"Boom, boom, boom......" At this time, a militant standing in the crowd fired the flares in the flare gun, and several flares flew into the sky, instantly seeing the situation clearly within a radius of several kilometers, and a prepared militant began to slowly move towards the Akanu tribe from all directions under the leadership of his squad leader, and among these militants, mixed with several militants who were obviously better equipped several grades, and these people were the guards of House! And in the middle of the group of militants, small pickup trucks with headlights also moved towards the Arcanu tribe, and on top of these small pickups, a strong heavy machine gun was added, and two militants were responsible for controlling these heavy machine guns!

At this time, everyone in the Acanu tribe seemed to be silent in the power of the mortar bombardment, and the entire Acanu tribe was shrouded in dust. Previously, mortar shells fell on the dry ground of the Akanu tribe, and the dust kicked up had long enveloped the Akanu tribe, and it was impossible to see the situation inside the Akanu tribe from a distance.

In the ashanu tribe shrouded in smoke and dust, a fighter named the Arcanu tribe and members of the ghost team quickly bent out of their respective bunkers and began to reach their positions according to the predetermined plan! Several snipers, including the ghost team and the Akanu tribe, climbed to the top of the house and looked down on everything hundreds of meters away. With the flares fired by those militants, they observed everything around them! When they saw the dense crowd of figures moving towards this side from a kilometer or two away, many of the Akanu fighters became nervous, and the ghost squad members who had known this situation for a long time kept cheering up these fighters so that they would not be so nervous!

"Snipers are ready to shoot, give priority to those heavy firefighters!" After the militants approached a distance of a thousand meters, the ghost hiding behind the cover pressed the headset and said, and his words were only for the sniper sandman of the ghost team! At a distance of a thousand meters, the fighters of the Arcanu tribe wanted to hit those militants, it can be said that it was completely a matter of luck!

"Are you ready?" the ghost who finished speaking turned to Acanu, the leader of the Akanu tribe, and asked, as the leader of the Akanu tribe, of course Akanu needs to fight on the front line!

"Ready!" After hearing the ghost's words, Akanu subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and with the help of flares, Akanu couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he looked at the dense enemies around the tribe!

"If we fail this time, we can take you out of here!But you're going to lose this place completely!And if you do, you'll be the master of this place!" said the ghost of Akanu, glancing at him.

And the ghost's words undoubtedly increased Akanu's fighting spirit, of course Akanu knew what the result would be if he failed this time, what the result would be if he succeeded, and this time Akanu had to succeed! Thinking of this, Akanu's hands holding the gun were also much tighter!

"Just follow me when the time comes, don't run around!" the ghost patted Arcanu on the shoulder and said, and Arcanu nodded heavily when he heard this! In terms of combat, if the members of the ghost team were college students, Arcanu might not even be a primary school student!

"Bang!" At this time, the Sandman lying on the roof took the lead in attacking, only to see him gently pull the trigger of the M200 sniper rifle, and with the shock of the Sandman's body, a 12.7 mm bullet shot out of the barrel and flew straight towards the militants nearly a kilometer away!

"Poof!" A kilometer away, a militant standing on a small pickup truck was holding a cigarette in one hand, and with a smile on his face, he seemed to be bragging about something with his companion! However, with a sharp sound, his companion next to him felt that the whole body of his partner standing in front of him exploded, and a large number of stumps and blood splattered in all directions, and the first to be splashed was another militant not far from this militant!

Almost instantly, the companion who was still boasting in front of him died here, and the militant whose body was directly broken in two fell softly on the carriage of the small pickup truck, and the blood flowed out desperately, and then dripped to the ground along the gap of the small pickup truck, looking extremely hideous! And this militant seemed to have completely lost his instincts and stood motionless on the small pickup truck.

"Attack!" At this time, the heavy machine gunners of several other small pickup trucks and the advancing militants had already reacted, and under the loud urging of a squad leader, a heavy machine gunner standing on a small pickup truck pulled the trigger towards the Arcanu tribe a kilometer away!

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

By the light of the flares, a heavy machine gunner fired desperately at the Arcanu tribe. In the heavy machine gun magazine, one tracer bullet is present every ten rounds. Therefore, from a distance, the bullets of these heavy machine guns flew like fire dragons towards the Akanu tribe!

And on the carriages of these small pickup trucks, with a crackling and crisp sound, a thick heavy machine gun bullet casing was thrown out of the window shell of the heavy machine gun and fell to the ground with a hint of scorching heat!

At this time, in the Akanu tribe, the Sandman was lying on the roof, watching the tracer bullets fly by from an unknown distance, and the Sandman with a sneer on his face once again aimed the crosshair in the sniper rifle at a heavy machine gunner a few hundred meters away!

"Bang!" With a shock from the Sandman's body, another bullet shot out of the chamber. Fly straight to the militant who is fighting a few hundred meters away!

"Poof!" I don't know if it's a matter of luck, this bullet hit the militant directly in the head, and the militant's whole head suddenly exploded like a ripe watermelon! Blood gushed out like a spring, and the militant who was standing next to him and was responsible for cooperating had no time to react at all, and when he reacted, his companion had already fallen to the ground, and his body was stained with the blood of his companion!

At this time, these heavy machine gunners reacted, and at a distance of more than a thousand meters, the heavy machine gunners without the help of scopes looked at the houses in the Akanu tribe as if they were reading a chapter of playing cards. What's more, those opponents who are lying on the roof! A heavy machine gun that can kill at a distance of one or two thousand meters looks like a big killing weapon, but the premise is that you can hit the opponent! A heavy machine gun that misses is almost as much as a burning stick, and the shooting of those militants can be said to be completely blind shooting, and it is impossible to cause effective damage except for wasting hundreds of heavy machine gun bullets!

Thinking of this, the heavy machine gunners all dispelled the desire to shoot again, and the heavy machine guns that were originally sprayed with fire dragons also stopped firing!

However, the nebuta lying on the roof gave these people a chance to survive, and with the help of the flares fired by the militants, the nebuta through the scope observed those militants clearly!

"Bang! bang!" "Bang! bang...... "The Sandman doesn't care if these people shoot or not, in his heart, as long as he appears in front of him, with weapons in his hands, and the people who keep approaching this side are his enemies! And the only thing he has to do is to shoot bullets into the chests of these people! And the heavy machine gunners on those small pickups will be one of their biggest threats, and while shooting the militants, the Sandman will not forget to break those heavy machine guns.

"Speed up!" These attacking militants are not stupid, they know that at such a distance, it can be said that it is completely impossible to hit the enemy on the opposite side! And their only way is to keep closing the distance between the two, once they reach a distance of 400 meters, not only heavy machine guns, but also the automatic weapons in the hands of those militants can completely suppress the firepower of those people! And the drivers of those small pickup trucks also began to accelerate, and constantly hit the steering wheel, looking at the past from a distance, these small pickup trucks swayed from side to side as if they were drunk, and the drivers of the small pickup trucks hoped to use this method to avoid the attack of snipers from the Akanu tribe!

At a distance of five or six hundred meters, it was like a century for the militants, and the way those little pickup truck drivers did a good job spared the Sandman's shooting, and the Sandman, who felt a little difficult, gave the bullets to the militants who walked on their legs! However, even for these militants, there were requirements, and most of the Sandman's shots were those militants with bazookas and light machine guns in their hands.

For a moment, all the militants seemed to be facing a great enemy. And nothing is more feared than the militants with heavy weapons in their hands. In the end, all the militants hid directly behind the small pickup, and kept moving with the small pickup that was swaying from side to side. And those heavy machine gunners standing on top of the small pickup truck, where do they dare to stand on it, no matter how their squad leader beats and scolds, they dare not go up, they can still pick up a life under their own squad leader, and standing on the small pickup truck they don't even have their lives!

"It's boring!" The Sandman lying on the roof saw all the militants cowering behind the pickup truck, and felt that it was not worth shooting again, and said while putting the bullet casings that fell on the roof into his tactical vest, and every time he picked up a bullet casing, the Sandman would silently count a number in his heart, and each number represented the life of a militant! And the number of bullet casings on the ground was a small pile!